(Complete) When Jennifer Dixon entered their impeccably decorated apartment, she was glad it was quiet and empty. She could call home. She missed her mother and father. When she went into the bedroom to change, she found Sterling in their bed and...
Out of desperation, he went to Maine. Never in his life did he think he'd ever go there. Jennifer knew it and made fun of him. He had hoped to bring her home with him, but she refused. She was being difficult by refusing to come back to the apartment. Part of Sterling was glad. He needed a wife, but he didn't need to live with her. Appearances were the most important thing. Their business and their marriage were Dixon Designs. There was no separation between their work and personal life. When they went out, they were making a statement about the company.
Jennifer made him agree to tell Avery. He didn't want to tell anyone. As much as he loved his secret life, he preferred it to be secret. He blamed Jennifer for this trouble. He told her not to hire Trevor, but she insisted. Trevor interned for her when he was in school. Sterling was uncomfortable around him. On his last day when Jennifer was out, and they were alone, Trevor made a pass at him. Sterling tried to lie and tell him he didn't like it, but he did.
It didn't take long after Jennifer hired Trevor for their relationship to start. Sterling tried to resist. When Jennifer went to The Hamptons, they spent a lot of time together. Sterling thought he could live a double life. If Jennifer would just cooperate, he still could.
The entire day was bizarre, Jennifer was in the place she didn't belong. She looked the same, thank goodness. He was afraid he would find her in jeans looking common, but she was as beautiful as ever. Her beauty was like a fine painting. He admired it and the fact she belonged to him.
She angered him on purpose. They were always very selective about the clients they took on, yet she gave away free services. The thought of her talent being used in a tiny house was unacceptable. When Jennifer came home, he would get things back to how they should be. As the plane left the ground, he sighed. He was on his way back to civilization.
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Jen
On Friday night, Megan invited her over. "It's poker night. I need some female company." She pleaded.
Having no other plans, Jen agreed. When she walked to Megan's, there were a few cars parked on the street. Megan greeted her at the door. A few men were talking with Peter as Megan ushered her upstairs to the master suite with a sitting area. "I hope you don't mind being up here?"
"No, it's fine," she replied. It was tastefully decorated. Her eyes lingered on the bed, and she teased. "So this is where the magic happens."
Megan blushed. "It's so much better than when we were younger."
Jen laughed. "I was teasing, not looking for a tell-all novel."
"Speaking of tell-alls, why are you really here?"
"For the Thompson house."
"I suspect there's more to it. I'm not one to pry, but I can tell you're unhappy."
"I'm not unhappy. I'm glad to have this time home."
"When you go back, is everything going to be alright?"
